In The Good Old Days (When Times Were Bad)
Composer(s): Dolly Parton
First release by: Merle Haggard & The Strangers - 1968



We'd get up before sun-up to get the work done up
We'd work in the fields till the sun had gone down
We've stood and we've cried as we have bristly watched
A hailstorm a beatin' our crops to the ground
We've gone to bed hungry many nights in the past
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again

I've seen daddy's hands break open and bleed
And I've seen him work till he's stiff as a board
And I've seen momma layin' in suffer and sickness
In need of a doctor we couldn't afford
Anything at all was more than we had
In the good old days when times were bad

We've got up before and found ice on the floor
Where the wind would blow snow through the cracks in the wall
And I couldn't enjoy then, havin' a boyfriend
I had nothing decent to wear at all
So I long for a love that I never had
In the good old days when times were bad

No amount of money could buy from me
The memories that I have of then
No amount of money could pay me
To go back and live through it again

In the good old days when times were bad
In the good old days when times were bad

Natalia
Composer(s): Apps; Asa; Moore
Performer(s): Joan Baez; Shusha



Weaver of words
Who lives alone
In fear and sorrow
Where are the words
To set you free
Perhaps tomorrow
Where is the earth
Where is the sky
Where is the light
You long for
What hope have you
Where you are now
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

Inside the ward
Naked and cruel
Where life is stolen
From those who try
To stay alive
And not be broken
Where are the friends
Where are the men
Who among them
Can defend you
Where is the child
You'll never see
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

What else there lives
Behind the door
That never opens
Are you insane
As they say you are
Or just forsaken
Are you still there
Do you still care
Or are you lost forever
I know this song
You'll never hear
Natalia Gorbanevskaja

Natalia Gorbanevskaja

In The Ghetto
Composer(s): Mac Davis
First release by: Elvis Presley - 1969
Covered by multiple other artists

Titles In Other Languages:
1969 - In Chicago (In The Ghetto)
1969 - Negro (aka Era Negro)
1984 - In Het Ghetto



As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born
In the ghetto
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed
In the ghetto

People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me
are we too blind to see
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way

Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows
In the ghetto

And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight
In the ghetto

Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries

As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand
In the ghetto

As her young man dies
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
another little baby child is born
In the ghetto 

Nata Per Me
Composer(s): Adriano Celentano; A. Del Prete; M. Mogol
Performer(s): Adriano Celentano



Non so... Non so...
non mi importa perché... perché
tu sei... tu sei...
ritornata da me... da me...
sei qui ora sono con te...
questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me

Mai più... Mai più...
ripartire potrai. potrai
Mai più... Non so...
senza me tu vivrai. vivrai...
Perché...
tu sei nata per me io son nato per te...
e mai più...
mi lascerai...
ti lascerò

Sei qui...
ora sono con te questo conta per me...
tu sei qui...
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me
accanto a me

In The Garden
(Traditional)
Performer(s): Anne Murray



I come to the garden alone
While the dew is still on the roses
And the voice I hear, falling on my ear
The Son of God discloses
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
He speaks and the sound of His voice
Is so sweet the birds hush their singing
And the melody that He gave to me
Within my heart is ringing
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
I'd stay in the garden with Him
'Tho the night all around me is falling
But He bids me go; through the voice of woe
His voice to me is calling
And He walks with me
And He talks with me
And He tells me I am His own
And the joy we share as we tarry there
None other has ever known
None other has ever known

Nasty
Composer(s): James Harris; Janet Jackson; Terry Lewis
Performer(s): Janet Jackson ;
The Starlite Orchestra; Starsound Orchestra



Gimme a beat! 
Sittin' in the movie show, thinkin' nasty thoughts, huh
Better be a gentleman or you turn me off, huh
That's right, a-let me tell it

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys

I don't like no nasty car, I don't like a nasty food, huh
Ooh ooh yeah
The only nasty thing I like is the nasty groove, huh
Will this one do?
Uh huh, I know

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, give me your nasty groove, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, let me see your nasty body move, huh
Oh you nasty boys

I could learn to like this
Listen up

I'm not a prude (no)
I just want some respect (that's right)
So close the door if you want me to respond (ooh ooh yeah)
'Cause privacy is my middle name
My last name is Control
No my first name ain't baby
It's Janet
Miss Jackson if you're nasty

Nasty
Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty
Nasty boys, don't ever change, huh
Oh you nasty boys

Nasty boys, don't mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Don't mean a thing to me, uh
Nasty!
Don't mean a thing, huh
Oh you nasty boys
Uh!

I love this part

Hey!
Who's that thinkin' nasty thoughts?
Nasty boys!
Who's that in that nasty car?
Nasty boys!
Who's that eating that nasty food?
Nasty boys!
Who's jamming to my nasty groove?
Nasty boys!

Ladies
(Nasty boys)
Don't mean a thing

Oh you nasty boys

In The Flesh?
Composer(s): Roger Waters
First release by: Pink Floyd - 1979
Covered by multiple other artists



Einse, svei, drei, alle!

So ya thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you, Sunshine
Pink isn't well
He stayed back at the hotel
And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
Now he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint
And that one's got spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of ya shot

Nashville Ou Belleville
Composer(s): Claude Moine; Pierre Papadiamandis
Performer(s): Eddy Mitchell



"Boulevard Elvis"
Au cœur de Memphis
J'traîne là en touriste
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Jerry Lee Lewis
"Killer" et pianiste
"Barbe Bleue" sudiste
Sait même pas si j'existe
Sans faire de racisme
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?
Mouflet!
J'allais voir Luis Mariano
Dans "Le Chanteur de Mexico"
Maman! ...et moi
On rentrait en métro
Station Opéra
Direction Lillas
Nostalgie facile
Mais swingue pas terrible
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Monsieur Bill Haley
Bien avant Presley
Déjà décoiffait
M'éclatant la tête
Avec ses "Comets"
Et Place des fêtes
Sur nos mobylettes
On singeait James Dean
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?

{Refrain:}

Mouflet,
J'allais voir Dario Moreno
Danser ses cha-cha et ses mambos
Maman et moi
On rentrait en métro
Station Opéra
Direction Lillas
Nostalgie facile
Mais swingue pas terrible

Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
"Boulevard Elvis"
Au cœur de Memphis
J'traîne là en touriste
Mais où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?
Où sont mes racines?
Nashville ou Belleville?

In The Evening
Composer(s): Robert Plant; James Patrick Page; John Paul Jones
First release by: Led Zeppelin - 1979



In the evening 
When the day is done
I'm looking for a woman, but the girl don't come
So don't let her 
Play you for a fool
She don't show no pity baby, she don't make no rules

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

So don't you let her 
Oh, get under your skin
It's only bad luck and trouble 
From the day that you begin
I hear you crying in the darkness 
Don't ask nobody's help
Ain't no pockets full of mercy baby 
'Cause you can only blame yourself

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

Oh it's simple 
All the pain that you go through
You can turn away from fortune, fortune 
'Cause that's all that's left to you
It's lonely at the bottom 
Man, it's dizzy at the top
But if you're standing in the middle 
Ain't no way you're gonna stop

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

Oh whatever that your days may bring
No use hiding in a corner 
'Cause that won't change a thing
If you're dancing in the doldrums 
One day soon, it's got to stop, it's got to stop
When you're the master of the off-chance 
When you don't expect a lot

Oh, oh, I need your love, I need your love
Oh, I need your love, I just got to have

Nashville Cats
Composer(s): John B. Sebastian
Performer(s): The Lovin' Spoonful;
and various other artists



Chorus:
Nashville Cats, play clean as country water 
Nashville Cats, play wild as mountain dew 
Nashville Cats, been playing since they's babies 
Nashville Cats, get work before they're two 

Well, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two 
Guitar pickers in Nashville 
And they can pick more notes than the number of ants 
On a Tennessee anthill 
Yeah, there's thirteen hundred and fifty two 
Guitar cases in Nashville 
And any one that unpacks his guitar could play 
Twice as better than I will 

Yeah, I was just thirteen, you might say I was a 
Musical proverbial knee-high 
When I heard a couple new-sounding tunes on the tubes 
And they blasted me sky-high 
And the record man said every one is a Yellow Sun 
Record from Nashville 
And up North there ain't nobody buys them 
And I said, "But I will" 

And it was 
Chorus

Well, there's sixteen thousand eight hundred ´n´ twenty one 
Mothers from Nashville 
All their friends play music, and they ain't uptight 
If one of the kids will 
Because it's custom made for any mother's son 
To be a guitar picker in Nashville 
And I sure am glad I got a chance to say a word about 
The music and the mothers from Nashville 

Chorus

Spoken: Pick it 

(Instrumental to end)

In The Deathcar
Composer(s): Goran Bregovic; Iggy Pop
Performer(s): Iggy Pop



A howling wind is whistling in the night
My dog is growling in the dark
Something's pulling me outside
To ride around in circles
I know that you have got the time
Coz anything I want, you do
You'll take a ride through the strangers
Who don't understand how to feel
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive

I'll let some air come in the window
Kind of wakes me up a little
I don't turn on the radio
Coz they play @#%$, like....You know
When your hand was down on my dick
It felt quite amazing
And now that, that is all over
All we've got is the silence
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
So come on mandolins, play

When I touched you
I felt that you still had your baby fat
And a little taste of baby's breath
Makes me forget about death
At your age you're still joking
It ain't time yet for the choking
So now we can see the movie and see each other truly
In the deathcar, we're alive
In the deathcar, we're alive
I want to hear some mandolins

Nashville Blues
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant; Felice Bryant
Performer(s): The Everly Brothers;
and various other artists



A letter just came from Nashville
My sweet baby says she's blue
Gotta get back to Nashville
Or my heart will break in 2
Oh I miss her so; I just gotta go
I've got the Nashville blues

Gotta get back to Nashville
'Cause that's where the good times are
Ever since I left Nashville
The kicks ain't been up to par
I'm lonely & though I'm livin' just low
I've got the Nashville blues

Wanna go see my Sally
And tell her that I still care
Wanna see Prinner's Alley
And dig all the cool spice there
I'm makin' to be in old Tennessee
I've got the Nashville blues

The Rose In Her Hair
Composer(s): Al Dublin; Harry Warren 
Performer(s): Dick Powell - 1935
and multiple other artists



In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair
In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there
On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair

Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair

In her eyes there was moonlight, and a rose in her hair
In my arms there was no one, so I just put her there
On her lips was a promise, in my heart was a prayer
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair

Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
Oh-de-lay-ee-ay-ee-ay-ee-dee
When I finally went, I went home with the scent
Of the rose in her hair...

Nasci Para Chorar
English Title: Born To Cry
Composer(s): Dion Dimucci; Erasmo Carlos
Performer(s): Raimundo Fagner



Eu levo a minha vida chorando pelo mundo
Talvez até tivesse algum desgosto profundo
Procuro na memória
Procuro me lembrar
Mas eu não posso, não posso
Nasci para chorar

Se vejo uma garota olhando para mim
E ela me pergunta
Por que sou tão triste assim?
Eu fico sem resposta
Digo adeus e vou embora
Pois é hora, é hora
É hora de chorar

E continuo a felicidade procurando
Mas sempre solidão e a tristeza encontrando
Às vezes desconfio que alegria é ilusão
E que o amor, o amor
Não entra no meu coração

Não sei por que razão
Eu sofro tanto desse jeito
As garotas dizem
Que ser triste é o meu defeito
Eu quero é ser alegre
Ter alguém para amar
Mas eu não posso, não posso
Nasci para chorar

In The Dark
Composer(s): Lil Green
Performer(s): Nina Simone



In the dark
It's just you and I
Not a sound
Ther's not one sigh
Just the beat of my poor heart
In the dark
Now, in the dark, in the dark
I get such a thrill
When he presses his fingertips
Upon my lips
And he begs me to plase keep still
In the dark
But soon
This dance will be endin'
And you're gonna be missed
Gee, I'm not pretendin'
'Cause I swear it's fun
Fun to be kissed
In the dark
Now we will find
What the rest
Have left behind
Just let them dance
We're gonna find romance
Lord, in the dark 

Narrenschiff
Performer(s): Reinhard Mey



Das Quecksilber fällt, die Zeichen stehen auf Sturm
Nur blödes Kichern und Keifen vom Kommandoturm
Und ein dumpfes Mahlen grollt aus der Maschine
Und rollen und stampfen und schwere See
Die Bordkapelle spielt "Humbatäterä"
Und ein irres Lachen dringt aus der Latrine
Die Ladung ist faul, die Papiere fingiert
Die Lenzpumpen leck und die Schotten blockiert
Die Luken weit offen und alle Alarmglocken läuten
Die Seen schlagen mannshoch in den Laderaum
Und Elmsfeuer züngeln vom Ladebaum
Doch keiner an Bord vermag die Zeichen zu deuten!

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff

Am Horizont wetterleuchten die Zeichen der Zeit
Niedertracht und Raffsucht und Eitelkeit
Auf der Brücke tummeln sich Tölpel und Einfaltspinsel
Im Trüben fischt der scharfgezahnte Hai
Bringt seinen Fang ins Trockne, an der Steuer vorbei
Auf die Sandbank, bei der wohlbekannten Schatzinsel
Die andern Geldwäscher und Zuhälter, die warten schon
Bordellkönig, Spielautomatenbaron
Im hellen Licht, niemand muß sich im Dunkeln rumdrücken
In der Bananenrepublik, wo selbst der Präsident
Die Scham verloren hat und keine Skrupel kennt
Sich mit dem Steuerdieb im Gefolge zu schmücken

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff

Man hat sich glatt gemacht, man hat sich arrangiert
All die hohen Ideale sind havariert
Und der große Rebell, der nicht müd' wurde zu streiten
Mutiert zu einem servilen, gift'gen Gnom
Und singt lammfromm vor dem schlimmen alten Mann in Rom
Seine Lieder, fürwahr: Es ändern sich die Zeiten!
Einst junge Wilde sind gefügig, fromm und zahm
Gekauft, narkotisiert und flügellahm
Tauschen Samtpfötchen für die einst so scharfen Klauen
Und eitle Greise präsentier'n sich keck
Mit immer viel zu jungen Frauen auf dem Oberdeck
Die ihre schlaffen Glieder wärmen und ihnen das Essen vorkauen

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff

Sie rüsten gegen den Feind, doch der Feind ist längst hier
Er hat die Hand an deiner Gurgel, er steht hinter dir
Im Schutz der Paragraphen mischt er die gezinkten Karten
Jeder kann es sehen, aber alle sehen weg
Und der Dunkelmann kommt aus seinem Versteck
Und dealt unter aller Augen vor dem Kindergarten
Der Ausguck ruft vom höchsten Mast: Endzeit in Sicht!
Doch sie sind wie versteinert und sie hören ihn nicht
Sie zieh'n wie Lemminge in willenlosen Horden
Es ist. als hätten alle den Verstand verlor'n
Sich zum Niedergang und zum Verfall verschwor'n
Und ein Irrlicht ist ihr Leuchtfeuer geworden

Der Steuermann lügt, der Kapitän ist betrunken
Und der Maschinist in dumpfe Lethargie versunken
Die Mannschaft lauter meineidige Halunken
Der Funker zu feig' um SOS zu funken
Klabautermann führt das Narrenschiff
Volle Fahrt voraus und Kurs aufs Riff

In The Dark
Composer(s): Deadric Malone; Junior Parker
Performer(s): Junior Parker
and multiple other artists



I heard you was out, high as you could be
Kissin' another fella, and you know it wasn't me
That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right
What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light

They say you whispered low, an' spendin' all of my dough
You told that fella things, you never told me before
That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right
What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light

One of these days, just you wait and see
Baby you'll realize, the way you're treating me
That ain't right, no no no, that ain't right
What goes on in the dark, will soon come to light

Narices
Composer(s): A. Cortez
Performer(s): Raphael



Hay narices instaladas
Tan solo para olfatear
Y otras que se olfatean
Lo que les puede pasar
Y las hay que son apenas
El medidor ideal
Para saber hasta adonde
Los ojos pueden mirar

¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
Con narices, sin narices
Por narices, tus narices
Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas

Hay narices que no huelen
Ni podran oler jamas
Porque dios las ha creado
Como adorno y nada mas
Y las hay que solo nacen
Para oler a los demas
Y como nacen podridas
Huelen lo malo no mas

¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
Con narices, sin narices
Por narices, tus narices
Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas

Hay narices que resoplan
Y resoplan sin cesar
Con el polvo que levantan
Se taponan las demas
Estas narices entonces
Terminan por reventar
Pues todo el aire que queda
No lo pueden respirar

¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
Con narices, sin narices
Por narices, tus narices
Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas

Hay narices habituadas
Al olor que huele mal
Cuando encuentran una rosa
No la saben apreciar
Pero los hay que prefieren
Lo que bien huele no mas
Y no es dificil hallarlas
Hay que saberla buscar

¡Ay, narices! ¡ay, narices!
Hoy honores rinde el mundo a las narices
Con narices, sin narices
Por narices, tus narices
Y todo es cosa de narices, nada mas

In The Cool, Cool, Cool Of The Evening
Composer(s): Johnny Mercer; Hoagy Carmichael
Performer(s): Jo Stafford & Frankie Laine - 1951
and multiple other artists



In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Save your pappy a chair
When the party's gettin' a glow on
And singin' fills the air
In the shank of the night
When the doin's are right
You can tell 'em I'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em we'll be there
If you need a pair of freeloaders
To fracture your affair
I may even give them Pagliacci
Now, stand back and give him air
Everyone can relax
And we'll have a few yacks
And you can tell 'em we'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em we'll be there
In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Stickum in my hair
If perchance we look a bit peaked
Remember, c'est la guerre
If we're still on our feet
And there's somethin' to eat
You can tell 'em we'll be there

In the cool, cool, cool of the evening
Tell 'em I'll be there
In the cool, cool of the evening
Better save a chair
When the party's gettin' a glow on
And singin' fills the air
If there's gas in my hack
And my laundry is back
If you need a new face
Or a tenor or bass
You can tell 'em we'll be there

Narciso Y Quasimodo
Composer(s): Fito Paez
Performer(s): Fito Paez



Para que y porque estaremos distanciados
en verdad los motivos no son nada claros
ya sabes esta quiero esta vez ser contactos
es que a veces somos inhumanos
y otras veces no queremos ver

Y al final y al final cuando se han ido todos
otra vez otra vez Narciso y Quasimodo
y volves y volves y quien sabe hasta cuando
y no entiendo a veces porque estamos
sin jamas poder establecer contactos

Un acercamiento una señal
un paso al frente
no existen palabras
si uno manda lo que siente
lejos de la gente queda todo quien no ve
y se queda solo sin poder establecer contactos

Un acercamiento una señal
un paso al frente
no existen palabras
si uno manda lo que siente
lejos de la gente queda todo quien no ve
y se queda solo sin poder establecer contactos